There are any lings we don't understand. U.F.Os for one. And Leylines For another. Leylines, where they cross over, or touch the sea can create a glitch enabling to jump into Nyx; a reality created by the Goddess.

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The two elves arrived on the scene. They'd found help - well, Deadlock had - and it was time to get working. Drassil began to pass out buckets, while Ray filled one up. She handed it to the birdmage, who went outside and dumped it down the water-pump into the earth. It was a small amount, but little things add up.

Sable followed the elves to the scene, eager to get to work. Upon receiving his bucket he filled it up to the point it was ready to over-flow. Using his incredible balance abilities he got the bucket out to the water pump without spilling anything. He dumped the bucket, then went back to get more water.

Sable nodded, acknowledging what the other said. He wasn't much of a talker, so he didn't say anything. If he felt it wasn't necessary to say anything, he wouldn't say it. Well, back to work. He filled his bucket and took it over to the birdmage.

Drassil smiled and moved it over to the pump, where her familiar Koiri dumped it. She returned and took Rayd's bucket, then returned with another empty ones, tossed it in the pile (it had been Sable's), awaiting another bucket.

Sable watched the process, waiting for his bucket. Which he wondered why he did... there were other empty buckets, why not take one of those and fill it while the other one was being emptied? He picked up a bucket from the pile and filled it with water before taking it over to the birdmage. Then he went to get another bucket.

The process continued. This would have been much more fun if the Event Mistress would had arrived. Bored, Rayd began to talk to Sable.

"How's it been? This store belongs to a close friend, Rami. The water took him prisoner, but no one wants to help fight. Sounds like it'll be Dead against the world. Not that she's not perfect for the task..."

Sable was surprised that the other had actually started a conversation with him, most didn't. "It's been good," he said, not knowing what else to say. "I hope someone helps him out," he added. He felt bad for not helping, but he wasn't a fighter. "If you'll excuse me," he said, getting another bucket ready to be taken out. He was always good a t keeping on task. He came back to Ray, not sure what else to do. "I'm Sable," he said. "You already knew that though, from when I signed up, huh?"

"This is rather tedious, is it not? Yeah, I did...I'm Rayd...responsible for a lot of the creatures here in Nyx, traveling is my hobby. Though not you Hoolies." She blinked, handing another bucket to Drassil. "There's so much water...Rami could fight his way ought, but he's terrified of the stuff. He freezes up and stops moving. Terrifying."

She breezed in with a large tin bucket. Seemingly unaware that she had she been anywhere else she's have been anywhere else; heads would have turned. Golden hair waved down her back, startling green eyes took in the room. She gave a huge smile and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Her green dress was probably the most stunning thing about her, it wasn't that the neck was low, on the contrary the neckline was a perfectly acceptable one. It was just the fact that here was a split running right up both sides of it, until it would have been most improper to show anymore leg. Just wonderful. The Even Mistress sure knew how to make an entrance, didn't she just.

After filling up the bucket, she gently tapped Sable on the shoulder. "Good day, Sir. There was an utterly fortunate thing about to happen to you; as I was coming here this morning, I came across a tiny bloodwine quetzal, very young. You seem like the kind to take care of it?" As she reached into her pocked there was a soft tiny sound. In her palm was the smallest bloodwine ever to be seen.

(Heh. >> And you thought I wasn't going to get involved in the eventing. XD)[6 points]

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"Well, I, uh," Sable stammered. He took in the appearance of this, Event Lady. He didn't know who she was, but she was rather beautiful. After thinking her offer over a little but, he made his decision. "Sure," he said. "I'd love to." The little creature was so small, so cute. It would make the perfect little companion. He hoped it would like him. He held out his paw, unsure what else to do.

Another smile graced her features. Beautiful as she may be, she could be rather vain. It was a bad idea to get this creature angry, she was a force to be reckoned with then. "Wonderful."

The small quetzal sniffed the paw tentatively, almost unsure of what to do. It looked up at Sable for a moment, then an expression of glee spread across it's face. It flung itself into the hoolie's soft fur, trying to worm it's way onto Sable's shoulder.

"Adorable. God damnit!" Rayd suddenly swore. "It's going to be near-impossible to update this in our records with the books so waterlogged! We keep track of every quetzal sold or born to ours." She tossed the Event Mistress a bucket. "Work. Now." She sighed and picked up a large, antique piece of metal and wood. It was broken beyond repair - her old crossbow. It had been something she'd simply found in the Twilight River Valley...probably glitched itself. In the same broken-open box was a necklace - her mum's gift to her when she was initiated into her own newly-created "Clan", the Deadsong Clan - and a huge tooth - from Loki's first shed.

Sable chuckled softly when the quetzal dug itself into his fur. It was such a pleasant feeling though, it tickled a bit, but he didn't mind that. The quetzal finally made it's way to sit on the hoolie's shoulder, where it was content to sit and watch what was going on. It was too small to lift a bucket anyway.

Sable went back to work filling his bucket when he realized the little creature was content. He was careful not to move too fast, because he didn't want to knock it off. Speaking of it, he had no idea what to call his new companion. "Do you have a name?" he asked the little creature on his shoulder. He didn't expect much of a response, but the little creature chirped and looked at him with wide eyes. "Perhaps I'll have to come up with one for you," he said with what little smile he could manage with his beak.

The Event Mistress sniffed and grabbed the bucket with a look of disdain. After a moment of quiet cursing under her breath she began to collect water in the tin bucket. Her shoes were surely going to be ruined by the end of this.